Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.